Quite honestly I should already be asleep. I slept all of 4 hours last night due to being overly excited about a book I’d like to write as well as the Arnold Palmer I was still drinking moments before trying to go to bed. Today was a short day at work. Staff development consisted of us spending four hours in the office. I came home and had fully intended on doing some writing. That didn’t happen. In today’s wee hours I’d repeatedly grabbed my phone in order to jot down a few notes about character names, motivation and plot and had planned to do some actual writing when I’d made it home. Instead I decided to watch a movie with the hubby, This is the End. Honestly and ridiculously, it was time well-spent. If you enjoy watching movies with James Franco, Seth Rogen, Jonah Hill, Michael Cera, etc. you’ll definitely want to see it.
Afterwards I lay in bed planning to go to sleep. The exhaustion was setting in. However, Kenrick suggested it being a bad idea to go to sleep before 6 pm. He was right, of course. But, as is always the case, even when my body is screaming at me to go to sleep I push through it in order to have myself feel as though I’ve actually accomplished something other than watching a movie. I decided then to continue with my website migrations. I moved my business site, dashingassistance.com from a self-hosted site to WordPress.com as I’d done with my personal site. This transition was far less tricky since it consisted of a total of six text-driven pages. The fun was in selecting the theme. I had to rework it a bit but I think it was for the best.
I keep thinking about my side business. Kenrick wants to know why I’m not more aggressive in having it be a more legitimate source of income. I wonder that myself from time to time. I’m on the fence about whether or not I really need to complete this sixth college degree plus there is a lot going on at work. Add to that my desire to write my first book and post more of my poetry online. Life is good. It really is, there are parts of me that are starting to feel like the girl I knew in my adolescence. Back then I felt like there were so many things to do, so many things to look forward to. I didn’t have many bad days then, I always wanted to read, to write, to keep myself busy.
I have a truly busy day ahead of me tomorrow starting with a very early rise and three appointments before even going into the office. I know that I should already be asleep but I’m trying to start a routine of me actually posting more. It may not be a lot but if I can try to post a paragraph or two each day, then that’s something. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get some better sleep. I should’ve already been doing so. I’ll go ahead and start now. Pardon any typos or grammatical errors, I’m writing on fumes. My eyes heavy, the Sandman beckons.